Month: August 2017

I looked for the wild in vain. It’s not like I didn’t get drenched in the rain. Or stopped my tears when he left me in pain. Or she, my friend of years showed her blatant disdain. I did look for the broken branches in the jungle. The ones which were uprooted and chopped. The […]

It must be somewhere else. Not here. Where love ends. It must be someone else. Not you. Who says those words. It must be a different time. Not now. For this to happen. It must be a different reason. Not this. That you give me. But then, this is happening. It has happened. It won’t […]

I call it a dialogue. I call it meditation. I call it selfless love. I call it a trip. A much-needed break from a material existence. I chant. I offer flowers. And fruits. And sweets. I light lamps. I decorate You with sandalwood and kumkum. I line up incense sticks. I sing. I smile. I […]

You shouldn’t give up because he doesn’t like you. Or what you do. You shouldn’t stop because she demanded it of you. Or you think she hates you. You have dreams. So do I! Then, let’s not waste time and play shut-eye. Can we kill what we see? Everyday. Each hour. Can we pretend that […]

You haven’t seen love yet, Because just like Yashoda looking into the mouth of baby Krishna — you wouldn’t be able to take it. It’s that large, that deep, that bright, that unworldly. And to reach it’s epicentre of blinding brightness, You will have to cross oceans of darkness. Of unbearable agony. Of blinding illusions. […]

I see the truth. When I’m in a jungle. Walking on the green. Encircled by it. Calmed by its unadulterated warmth. It’s the faces I fear. The untruths. The illusions… It’s always the opaque eyes. The fraudulent smiles. The polite assurances. The unfettered promises. Insentient skeletons. They fill my reality. My nightmares. I look for […]

That’s all a plant needs. To grow. A patch of soil. Rough or smooth. Broken or not. That’s all a sculptor needs — a brush and a chisel. That’s all a lover needs — a heart that reciprocates. And a writer…?… She needs moments of silence A vivid dream… A life spent soaking it all […]

Why should I be afraid to call you my friend? Why should I follow the maid-shaming hep trend? Why should I shy away from saying “hi” when you walk into the lift? Why should I not eat the idli you give me as gift? Why should I not hug you when you are in tears?… […]